Chapter 309 (1/2)

Miss Xia Yun, what are you talking about? I don't know what you mean. ”Because Xia Yun couldn't find his true identity, I was relieved:” how did I become the door of Qingcao fairy's aunt?

Xia Yun looked at me with a smile: ”that day in Ruicheng, you were caught by a white man and came back safely. Do you still deny it?” when I came back, I told my master that she was a fairy in Qingcao.

Huang Yanying and Fang Ganying are the disciples of aunt Qingcao fairy. They don't know many people, so I can't say it. But they are not the guard of Qingcao fairy at all. Can you say that?

What, are you aware of your pain? ”I haven't figured it out yet. Xia Yun has sneered:” I didn't expect that Suo Jian Ba Lang was a disciple of old nun Qingcao!

Xia Yunran said rude words, which is the first time I heard. If you don't hear it yourself, others won't believe it.

What's more outrageous is that Xia Yunmei insulted the object, but she was angry with aunt Qing fairy.

Although I haven't contacted many people, I can fully feel from Li Suan's words that the name of the goddess of Qingcao was born and her reputation is far-reaching. It's not a matter of respect, but it's coming soon.

What I can't accept is that I've made it very clear now. I'm an apprentice who looks breathless, and Qingcao's Fairy aunt is my uncle.

Xia Yun regretted his mother's uncle face to face. I absolutely can't accept it: ”Miss Xia Yun, do you say this comes from inside?” as far as I know, how did you get offended by the chivalrous behavior of the Qingcao fairy nun for decades“

Xia Yun said, ”my master said,” the nuns of the Shang and Qing Dynasties are the most hypocritical, dishonest and shameless old nuns in the whole Ming Cao -.

I was also very angry: ”anyway, Qingcao's Fairy Tongyi is our predecessor.” when you talk like this behind the older generation, don't you want to share“

Xia Yun suddenly changed the topic: ”are you the door of old nun Qingcao?

”If I were the guard of brother-in-law Qingcao, I would break up with you now!” I just turned around and never saw Xia Yun again: ”if you talk to me in this tone, I won't make a sound.

Well, I won't mention the woman's name. ”Xia Yun may also see that I'm really angry, so he smiled unexpectedly:” but not long ago, my master told a lot of stories. Do you want to hear?

I'm very simple: ”no!” Miss Xia Yun, I'm not a disciple of qingcaoxian station, but I've heard many people tell chivalrous stories of this generation. Even if your master has any ideas, you talk too much.

Amitabha! This little donor is young and has extraordinary ideas. Donors are biased. Really, Amitabha!

Fart! Why do you hold the same view on unusual and clear people? Besides, when your old husband plays chess with you, you old show head donkey competes to listen to another couple talk about love. If you pretend to be an old show head donkey like you, who has five hearts and four is unclean.

Qingming temple, built behind the mountain, stands facing the water. The face of the door is broken and the incense is broken.

Now, there is a monk, a vulgar two old people sitting on the threshold.

Old, tired of walking, it's not strange to sit on the threshold.

Strangely, the two old men sat face to face on the threshold of the temple gate.

Can I sit on the threshold of the temple? No. but the two old people just sat down and didn't look very alike.

Xia Yun and I gambled together. I didn't know they had come to the gate of Qingming temple

The two men were surprised when they heard the sound.

After a surprise, they had to look up. As soon as they looked up ”zero three zero”, their faces were startled.

The two old men actually sat not on the door, but on the snow on the threshold.

Ancient is not thick, only five or six inches.

Two old men sat on five or six inches of snow, which was not crushed.

Zhu Shi's horse is eight to nine. Anajing is one. You have lost. ”-

Fart! Old man, three plus five, can you still live, old show donkey?

Amitabha! Nagin is four to five, eight to six. Zhu Shi has gone. Poof, Amitabha!

My eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

The reason why he frowned was not that he didn't see the chessboard, but that the inner strength of the two old people was incomprehensible.

It's true to gamble with Xia Yun just now, but there's no one at the gate of Qingming temple. That's for sure

Now there are not only people, but also two or two old people who can't understand.

The two old men seemed to appear from the thin air and commented on their words and Xia Yun's bad eyebrows.

The little donor looks strange. When he comes to Qingming temple, it seems to have something to do with my Buddha, Amitabha“

”Fang Ni! Obviously, the little girl is very bright, jade and ice tendons, and smart. The little bastard has his head on his head, his face is full of misfortune, and his watch is futile. Then insert a flower in the donkey's dung, and you will put Ni in your mouth with fake Buddha.

My eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

To be sure, the old man dressed up as a scholar has a tough heart, while on the other side is an old monk. But the old monk smiled and was not angry.

Of course, the reason why I raised my eyebrows was not old or angry, but the old scribe and Xia Yun.

”I've seen two senior students!” I bowed with my head and was polite.

”The old generation and the young generation are definitely pedantic, and the smell is never heard!

If Lao Wentu waved impatiently, my body shook violently, and then I fell to the ground with a bang

Amitabha! What else does Zhu Shi have to say? Did I win?